Dean figured he'd be kept waiting a while. He was kind of counting on it. It wasn't that he wanted someone to be needlessly cruel to him, but part of him really did want someone who could push his limits and test him. That part of him was starting to think Nathaniel might be exactly that person.

He glanced up when Nathaniel came in and took the drink. Dean smiled a little at the word of praise. He was happy to have pleased him. It was difficult not to answer back, but he kept obediently quiet.